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Explicit Desire
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Ongoing, First published May 06, 2018
Mature
"This job is paying ten grand a month," the handsome gentleman stated like it was a normal thing to say. 

"What!!" I exclaimed as I unintentionally spattered my latte onto the man. 

The man laughed, "I've never had this reaction before," he said while I hurriedly grabbed napkins to dry his silk shirt. Profusely apologizing as I do so.

"It's quite simple, you just do what I say. You're quite exquisite, so the cameras will love you," he playfully smirked. I shook my head as I was about to refuse, he held up his hand.

"I know you need this job more than ever, plus working as a waitress isn't going to get you where you want to be. Give me call when you're ready," he seriously spoke as he handed me a delicately designed card and walked out the coffee shop. 

I stared at the spot where he sat and wondered. Should I take this job?...


A/N
#Mature!

• #12 in intimacy °|28°|08°|2018°|
• #5 in twin brothers °|28°|08°|2018°|
• #4 in sensual °|28°|07°|2018°|

First Place in the Fruits of Love Awards In The Teen Fiction Genre📖
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